Ava’s POV
After asking them the same question for what felt like eternity and they refused to answer me, I turned on my heel and walked away, my thoughts beeping with why Vanessa had come to our house.
I’m halfway up my room when my stepmom suddenly calls my name.
“Ava.”
My stepmom’s tone isn’t sharp, but something about it makes me stop. There’s a false sweetness in her voice, like honey masking poison. I hesitate, gripping the hem of my school uniform tightly before turning to face her.
Her lips curve into a small smile, but her eyes… her eyes tell a different story.
“Yes?” I say, keeping my voice neutral. I thought for a while if they wanted to answer my question, but with her facial expression, I know she’s not about to talk about it.
My stepmom stood up and stepped forward
